Novels by esssea

after the end: lucas' pov Lucas stomped downstairs with a pout as Ava locked him out of their bedroom to prepare for her own costume. Having no interest in celebrating Halloween, he let his little Ava choose his costume and organise how they'd be celebrating the holiday. He remember how her blue eyes lit up with excitement as she rambled about the different couple costume ideas she had and wrote them all down in her joker notebook. Lucas knew he couldn't deny her the simple happiness so he reluctantly became her doll to dress up however she wanted. Unfortunately, he did not expect her to dress him up in his usual all black outfit covered by a red hood with a basket of mini muffins. He was little red riding hood. And he was not happy. "It'll be fun, she said. I'll love you forever, she said." He mocked in an imitation of Ava and grumbled under his breath, "yeah you better love me forever after this." "Woah. Look at you!" Ryan said when he reached the kitchen. "What're you suppos

"Yes but you're goingto be ok." Lucas said through gritted teeth and began to strip himselfdown to his boxers. "I'm going to take your clothes off, ok baby girl?Skin on skin contact will help with the pain. We don't have to do anything butI'm staying with you." He assured her.She gave him a weak nod and wrapped her handsaround his neck and weaving her nimble fingers through hair, attempting to pullhim down to her. He gave her a quick kiss and then without hesitation, shed Avaof her shirt and jeans, leaving her in a pair of, to his surprise, dark redlace bra and thong.Oh Moon Goddess give me strength.Knowing he didn't want anyone to disturb them andwalk into the room, especially any males, he ran over to lock the door and thenscooped Ava into his arms. He made sure his scent surround her as hispossessiveness was at an all time high. He wanted her to forget anyone elseexisted.Her screams subsided when their limbs wereintertwined with each other's. Lucas' arms enveloped

"WHAT do you call acow that eats your grass?"Lucas stifled a groan as he lost his train ofthought again. His mate was continuously thinking of one terrible joke afterthe other, aiming to make him laugh. He hadn't been concentrating on schoolwork recently anyway because he had been preparing for the Luna ceremony thatwas tomorrow. So, he didn't need to be distracted with lame jokes. He alsodidn't want Ava to fail her exams if she wasn't paying attention."Listen to the teacher Ava." He scoldedher."WRONG! The answer was lawn moo-er. LawnMOO-er! Are you laughing? Are people looking at you weird?" She laughedevilly through the mind link."Ava l- "She interrupted him by saying, "now this one!Why did the cat go to Minnesota?"He decided to humour her and finally asked,"why?""To get a mini soda!" When he didn'trespond for a few long seconds, she sighed exasperatedly. "It's not asfunny with our accent. Here, I'll say it again in an American one so pretendyou don't know the a

A day later, Ava wasaddicted to Chamomile tea. It was definitely helping her control her emotionsso with that, she felt it was a tiny little bit easier to lie to Lucas. Shedidn't want to but there was no other option.She told him that she was going shopping withSabrina after school but in actual fact, her father was taking her to thepsychiatric hospital to visit her mother. When the idea was brought up to hermate, he instantly said it was a bad idea. He thought she could get hurt bothphysically and emotionally from the visit. Apparently there was no good outcome.But, Ava knew it would provide some closure and ifher mother could get better and become the loving mother she had alwaysimagined, it would be worth it."Are you nervous?" Her father asked herwith his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. He was visibly sweating alittle as he strained a smile in her direction.She shrugged, feigning a calm composure but on theinside she was the exact opposite. "Kind of. You?

"HE hates me!"She wailed hopelessly to Sabrina.A little part of her felt guilty for forcing herfriend to endure her endless babbling but the larger part of her didn't reallycare about anything other than the misery she was feeling. Ava had spent therest of the day wallowing in self pity as she would continually cry out thather mate didn't love her, only to have Sabrina disagree every time in anattempt to console her.But no matter what she said, Ava wouldn't believea word until she had her Lucas cuddling with her like he was supposed to do.She internally pouted at the fact that he wasn't doing his job."I'm sure he doesn't." Sabrina repeatedfor the thousandth time. "He's absolutely obsessed with you. It'ssickening really."She peered up at her with a distressed look."Then how come he hasn't come back yet?" It was nearing midnight andhe hadn't even returned any of her calls or messages. She was worried about himand nobody else seemed to know where he went when she mind li

"Lucas. Let go of him!Please." Hearing the fear in her voice broke him out of whatever trance hewas in. Lucas turned around to wrap his arms around Ava and she hugged him backjust as tightly. His whole body was shaking with the urge to shift and show theweak wolf who was Alpha. He nuzzled his head her neck, breathing in her mangoscent with her soft hair caressing his cheek. He needed to hold his mate - makesure she was there. That she was with him and she wasn't leaving him.As Ava rubbed her hand soothingly up and down hisback, he repeated mumbled, "you're mine. All mine. Not his. Mine. Mygirlfriend. My mate. Mine to love." He held her close to him, kissing themark on her neck with his eyes squeezed shut."Argh. Geez that hurt." Lucas heard theinjured Edward say but he didn't stop from muttering his words, as if he wasconvincing himself, telling himself they were true and that there wasn't abetter person for her. That she belonged to him because he only belonged to her."

daisyShe mentally concluded that manual labour was not for her as she scrubbed the graffiti with nothing but a sponge and soapy water. Daisy decided she deserved a life of being able to sleep and eat whenever she wanted. Not to mention her giant list of hobbies that had miraculously doubled since leaving prison. However, the feeling of fresh air and infinite space was something she couldn't get enough of. The idea that if she were to run, there wouldn't be walls to stop her. It was hard to imagine only a month had passed since she was incarcerated. It would've felt like a dream if it weren't for her vivid memories of Seth. Now every other day she was scrubbing walls and picking up litter with weekly check ins with a corrections officer, despite it having being proven she wasn't guilty. The court decided to make an example out of her as her family were so obnoxious and assumed her to be the same. They announced that due to the abstraction of justice, her sentence turned into a fine

daisy"People are looking at me," he grumbled into her ear.Nobody would dare judge Seth Knight so openly. So without looking up, Daisy knew he was exaggerating and everyone was minding their own business and eating their lunch. She looked at the intricate tattoos on his neck that peeked out from his sweatshirt collar, now coloured in neatly with felt tip pens."That's because you're so pretty," she giggled and poked his jaw.He pulled her closer by the waist to deliver a soft kiss on the crown of her head and mumbled, "not as beautiful as you," making warmth rise to her cheeks immediately."Maybe I should get a tattoo too," she said absentmindedly. She'd sometimes see inmates getting tattooed in a guy named Pete's small dingy cell, the outcome being far more beautiful than she'd expect from his DIY methods. She had seen there were a few more people that would offer tattoos in exchange for contraband but from prison gossip that Seth would tell her, Pete was the best."Definitely not,"

daisyDaisy clutched onto her bloated stomach, pain clawing its way through her insides. It was the time of the month that she especially hated being locked away, yet ironically proceeded to hide away in her cell for as much as she could, which unfortunately wasn't as much as she'd like. The prison schedule wasn't very sympathetic to her situation. Usually her periods wouldn't be so terrible as they were usually predictable and manageable. But perhaps her recent stress and anxiety had caused a riot in her body because the pain was now excruciating. "It hurts," she groaned into her pillow, hugging her knees into her chest tighter in an attempt to squeeze away the cramps. It didn't work."I know, my love, I know. But, you've had enough paracetamol for now. You have to wait a few hours before I can give you more," Seth said, voice full of pity for his little angel. She rocked herself for comfort and shook away the hand that was comforting her. "I don't want your pity I want drugs."Her

daisyDaisy listened with a happy smile on her face. She had her head on Seth's chest, listening to the deep rumble as he read Cinderella word by word. Though a little staggered, she appreciated the effort he put in emphasising his words, making it as dramatic as possible. He also quietly, yet with full confidence, changed his voice to match the characters.She remembered how thrilled she was to see the brand new book on the shelf in the prison common room. It was a dark, violent version of the classic fairy tale which made it a lot more fitting to be seen in such a place. Seth was still treating her like a princess and doting on her every need. She didn't think it would be possible that his unique infatuation for her could increase but it did the moment she woke up and he wished her a happy birthday.While locked away, time wasn't a factor. Maybe for some that were counting down the days but the longer Daisy was in there, the more she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. She would

sethCabin fever was really setting in to his little Daisy, which was surprising because he knew she lived the life of a hermit prior to prison. He wished there was more he could do to ease her restlessness but evidently, he was limited to changing from bottom to top bunk and walks around the same brick walls over and over again. He didn't mind though, because he loved hearing her timid ramblings as the walked the halls. It gave Seth a glimpse into their future - both elderly and white haired, having their early morning walk to stretch their legs to they don't go unused, gossiping about their neighbours.His hand clutched hers tighter at the happy thought. The soft brown hair was dancing in the air, the heavy wind blowing past them as she absentmindedly walked on the tables outside - the different level gave her some variation she had said. "I love the fresh air," she sighed, closing her eyes with pure bliss on her face. Seth looked up at her, the blue sky reminding him why he calle

daisy His strong heartbeat comforted her, muffled under his sweatshirt but it was still there, a constant to focus on. It was confident and real. It reassured her that he was really there stroking her bare back under her clothes, his rough hands providing warmth. Seth had told her many times that he was there, and he wouldn't leave her ever again, sniffling into her hair as he did so. She believed him, she really did. If she didn't, he definitely seemed determined to smother her until she did so. It was almost like she had to comfort him with how remorseful he was. But of course, Daisy didn't give him that satisfaction. She just allowed him to repeat his sorry words and relished in his coddling, giving herself permission to feel safe in his arms. There was nothing but the faint sounds of prisoners talking. Daisy and Seth hadn't said anything for a while now. He had now stopped incessantly apologising and she was zoned out - eyes stinging and swollen shut, lips chapped and cut from